Dean
The closer I get to Colorado, the quicker my heart beats.
It’s like this every summer, driving down familiar highways and roads that remind me of better days.
Days when I didn’t do a double take at the driver of every truck the same color as my dad’s.
I can’t really avoid the entire state if I want to keep my top spot, so I endure the nausea that sits heavy while I’m here.
I make my trips short, arriving just before check-in and leaving the instant I step off the stage after collecting my check.
In the beginning, I’d see my parents sitting in the stands.
I wouldn’t acknowledge them, but I felt their eyes on me, heard my dad cheering me on.
I’m sure if I still had the same number, it would be blowing up with calls and texts.
But I changed it after they tried to corner me one summer on my way out of the arena in Boulder.
The sadness on their faces reflected in my side mirror as I drove away still haunts me.
It’s irrational of me to hold on to this pride after all these years.
I know they aren’t getting any younger, and I’ve missed out on more than I ever planned to.
It’s just easier, after all this time, to detach.
They don’t deserve a son like me. Owen is the son they deserve.
Memories of this past week with Hannah are the only thing keeping me from turning around and skipping my ride tonight.
Some semblance of happiness and peace sound reasonable with her.
I already told her I plan to get her pregnant at some point, and she didn’t so much as flinch.
I saw that dream in her eyes, a dream that we both share but are too afraid to grasp it and pull it into reality.
We both know that pain of losing something we held so tightly, and it may not be worth it to take that risk again.
If I could just get her to break her three rules, then maybe it would be a more realistic possibility.
But the fact that I wasn’t completely honest with her earlier about my family is bound to bite me in the ass down the road.
Evergreen next two exits. I pull off a moment later, making sure Hannah is still visible in my side mirrors, then take the left that will lead me into the arena parking lot.
I shake my head when Hannah parks her truck and trailer a few spots down from me.
Rule number three, no one can know about us.
Seeing as Kasey and Mallory had a front row seat to our secret romance the other night, I shift my truck back into drive, circle the lot, and pull in right next to her.
I smile when I look out my passenger window and see her with her head in her hands behind her window.
I make quick work of shutting the truck off and hopping out of my door before circling the hood, tapping on her window.
Eyeing the filling lot around us, she gives me an irritated look.
“Rules, Wilder.”
“Fuck the rules.” I reach through the window and hit the unlock button.
The second I hear the click, I swing her door open and slide onto the floorboard in front of her.
The steering wheel digs into my back and my six foot six inch frame folds at an odd angle.
The seat takes ages to slide all the way back, but when it does, I can bend down a little easier.
“Dean, what are you doing?” Her hands grip at my shoulders, trying to pull me up, but I pin her hands to her sides and look up at those eyes that had captivated me since the moment I saw them blink up at me.
“Take these off. Now, darlin’.” Popping the button of her jeans, I tug them roughly over her ass and down to her knees. Her gasp fills the cab of her truck, but she stops fighting and leans back in her seat.
My fingers trace the goosebumps on her thighs, my calloused hands rubbing against her soft skin. The moment her hands dive into my hair, I lose it, pulling her panties to the side and sliding my tongue home.
“Dean,” she whimpers, shifting in the seat, pushing against my face.
“You’re making a mess, baby.” Pausing, I watch as her arousal drips down her legs.
“Shut up and fuck me, cowboy.” With a death grip on the back of my head, she shoves me back between her legs, and I go willingly.
Feasting with a fervor I’ve never had before.
A call comes through her speakers. “Dean, hold on.” Hannah breaths out, but I shake my head, pushing my tongue deeper inside her, feeling her legs quiver around my shoulders.
“Answer it,” I demand, reaching a hand between us to massage her clit. Her eyes widen, face flushed with pleasure.
“Are you crazy?” she whispers like whoever is calling can hear our conversation. While she pushes her wild curls out of her face, I give her a lazy nod, reaching over and pressing the green button on her console. The ringing stops and an older man's voice booms around us.
“Hannah, you there?” The look she gives me is pure rage, but the moment I slide two fingers between her and curl them up inside to tap the spot I know will drive her wild, she whimpers, then claps a hand over her mouth.
Fuck you. She mouths then clears her throat.
“Hi, Matty. Yep, sorry. I’m here.” Picking up my pace, we listen as her coach fills her in on the ride for tonight.
I can feel her getting close, her legs thrown over my shoulders, her hands tugging at my hair.
I keep my eyes on her face, mesmerized at the way she pinches her lip between her teeth.
I grip her thighs tight and pull her closer to me, my beard leaving red marks on her pretty inner thighs.
A moan escapes her and we both pause, eyes locking on each other.
I lick my lips; tasting her on my skin has me itching to stick my tongue back inside her.
Matty pauses, too. “You ok there, honey?” The color drains from her face, but before she can wiggle out of my grip, I stroke her again, slowly, feeling her walls clamp around me again.
“Yep, all good. I got it, I’m ready,” she squeaks out.
When I suck her clit into my mouth and gently bite down, she bangs her head against her head rest. “Matty let me call you back, I’m, I can’t, I’m in the middle of somethin’.
” It takes her a few quick stabs at the screen before she disconnects the call and shatters around me, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
A few minutes later, we’re standing between our trailers. She’s brushing down Queen and I’m fastening my chaps over my jeans. She hasn’t said a word to me, but every now and then when I catch her looking over at me, she rolls her eyes at me before turning away.
She’s not mad, she fucking loved it.
“What the fuck?” My fingers still and I hinge at the waist to get a closer look at the top of my right thigh.
There, just at hip height, is a neon pink heart about the size of a silver dollar.
Running my hand over it, I hear a soft chuckle from behind me.
Spinning, I try to catch Hannah as she ducks under Queen's neck and pretends to be busy with her harness.
The moment she peeks over at me, she loses it, falling against her tan horse in a fit of laughter.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I fight the laughter bubbling up inside.
“Hannah…” I scold her, slowly stalking around Queen.
“How long ago did you do this?” I try to sound angry, but it comes out full of humor.
She slides back to the other side of Queen, resting her hands on her back, deep, brown eyes smiling back at me.
“You’ve been branded, Daddy.” The smile on her face is almost enough to knock me backwards. If a little heart on my chaps is what keeps it there, then I’ll let her paint them any day any damn time.
“Is that so?” I duck around and grab her waist before she can run off again.
“What happened to rule number three?” Her eyes bounce around my face and lingers on my chest. For a moment, I’m worried she can feel the reckless racing of my heart.
No matter how many times I hold her against me, my body still reacts like it’s the first time.
“Maybe I’m willing to overlook it.” My eyebrows shoot up.
“Just this once.” She points a finger at me, the same pink that stains my chaps is painted perfectly on her fingers.
In a heartbeat, I step into her, opening my mouth and wrapping it around her finger.
I let my tongue drag around it, watching the fight in her eyes melt away.
Her hand hangs in the air as I pull off of her and give her a wink.
“Mmhmm,” I agree, licking my lips and watching her eyes track the movement.
We stand there for what feels like hours, holding on to one another.
Content to have someone fill the void that we’ve willingly cast ourselves into.
As truck tires sound on the gravel, I pull her into me, my lips brushing hers in a kiss that is far too soft for the depth of love I have for this woman.
With a groan, she pulls away, looking down and running a hand over the painted heart.
Her face falls, and I wait while she traces it a couple times before wrapping her hands around my neck, fingers running through the long hair at the top of my neck.
When her eyes meet mine, the laughter from earlier has been replaced by worry. “What is it, darlin’?”
“Those rules I put between us a few weeks ago…” A soft finger runs up my scalp, making me tremble under her touch.
“Seem so silly now.” Her whisper is so quiet, but my heart pounds in my ears.
I try not to get my hopes up that maybe she’s finally coming to the realization that she’s never going to belong to anyone else.
“Hannah?” She jumps from my arms and spins around. I toss my head back and let out a frustrated groan at the sight of her friend waltzing up to us, a knowing smile on her face.
“Mallory!” They run at each other and Mallory jumps into Hannah’s arms, looping her legs around her waist.
“Cock block,” I murmur, scratching Queen’s back as I make my way the few feet over to my passenger door to finish getting dressed.
The girls chat for a while; I listen as they cry together and Mallory gives Hannah updates on what she’s been up to since we visited her and Kasey at the hospital.
I place my phone down and turn towards the pair when I hear them coming my way.
“Hi, Dean.” Mallory gives me a small wave, and I nod in return.
Dipping my chin gently, I say, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m happy to get back to it. All my tests came back clear, so that’s a relief.”
“That’s good to hear.” She hesitates for a moment then leaps at me.
For a moment, I stand there with my arms out wide, unsure what to do.
Mallory's arms wrap around me and she lets out a soft sob.
I look over her shoulder at Hannah who is fighting back tears.
Then she takes two steps towards us, grabs my arms and circles them around Mallory's back.
“Thank you…for what you did,” Mallory whispers.
“Just…” She snaps her mouth closed before looking up at me through teary lashes.
“Thank you.” Then she rises on her tip toes and leaves me with a chaste kiss on the cheek before she turns, gives Hannah a hug, and walks away, wiping tears off her cheeks.
Hannah leans up against the side of her trailer, watching as I tug on my vest then push my hair back to pull my hat over my eyes.
“You look good, cowboy.” She smiles at me. God, this woman. The frozen block in my chest has been slowly melting these past few weeks, and she’s the cause.
Taking slow steps towards her, I motion for her to come to me. She does willingly, and it makes my dick jump in anticipation for how quickly she’s learning to obey. “You keep callin’ me that, and we’ll both miss our events.”
“Is that a promise?” she whispers, her lips closing the space between us.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you said earlier,” I mutter as I walk her backwards. Reaching for the handle of her sleeping quarters and walking her inside, the tension between us grows thicker with each step.
“I don’t remember anything about that,” she lies, her eyes flaring when she hears the click of her door. Ushering her up the couple steps, I walk us inside and close the door behind us.
“Guess you need to be reminded.” Pulling her top down low, I pull the skin of her upper breast into my mouth and suck hard. Her hands fly to my hips to keep her steady.
“Yes, Daddy Dean.”
I lick her bruised skin then push her shoulders down. Goddamn, she drops to the ground like she’s done this a million times before, and my dick pushes uncomfortably against my zipper.
“Take me,” is all I need to say before her hands greedily pull me out and her mouth swallows me down.